You'd be amazed how easily we all botch our intentions--

How could we not?

We proceed as if we knew what we were doing

And wind up in the heap of our own waste--

Swept away like the remaining shells left over

From previous creations--

We figured on everything except the inherent truths

Of other worlds and dimensions

And our own perceived lack of totality--

What hot wizards we be--lost the gold and lost the Gold

Content (c) 2008-2010 Philip Milito.